Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Slave,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.